This is a song about "Latin class"

So chase the air hide your stash

Thick lips and a sick class

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

I'm just fucking round in class

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

First out the gate last back to class,

And when it come to the cash

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

Now you're class partners for starters,

And you are not around like black fathers

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and